A shudder in the loins engenders thereThe broken wall, the burning roof and towerAnd Agamemnon dead.

The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.

I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood - sex and the dead.

The attic and a portion of the roof were really burning,

Every cloud engenders not a storm

أجاممنون:
أيمكن أن يخاف المنتصر؟
كاساندرا:
يخاف مما لا يخشاه.